He didn’t want to ruin a perfect evening, but he couldn’t put it off forever. Boxes were everywhere, some opened and some not. * * * * *
James and Bayonetta sat at the dinner table inside the swanky, rented villa. Bayonetta’s scrotum rocked back and forth through the silky muck as she bottomed out in her moaning gimp bitch. Bayonetta’s pubis became wet with the cummy secretions of his nose. She tunneled into his mouth, her bulbous rod of musty flesh sinking into his succulent, wet hole. “With pleasure, Mistress.”
They embraced in a long, deep, passionate kiss. Bayonetta followed him in eagerly. And it tracks nicely with S&M.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, if too much choice makes people miserable, it follows that being given no choice at all will lead them to ecstasy.” Cereza’s eyebrows darted upward twice in rapid succession. James had learned a bit about the region from promotional pamphlets available on their flight.
